Battlefield 4 belongs solely to DICE, EA, and any other true owner of the franchise I have not mentioned. I do not own nor will I say I own Battlefield.
Hello again! I'm currently sick, so I might as well spend some time on this little story of mine. I would also like to say thanks to the feedback, and thank you for joining in on this adventure filled with action, suspense, and soon to be comedy. Fun fact, every place mentioned in this story is an actual place in the game you can visit. Having said that, read along!
Landing with a thud, Pvt. Grant surveyed the area around him, and he saw the U.S. forces advancing. He watched three AH-6J LITTLE BIRD helicopters fly overhead in a hurry as few tanks rumbled past him, and he was thankful that such powerful assets were joining the fight. He observed the tall buildings around him, which appeared to be apartment buildings, and not too far away were more of the behemoth sized skyscrapers that seemed more business oriented. Walking forwards, he looked to his right across the large body of water, and much to his surprise, he could see bits of the Chinese forces assembling and moving up amongst their own towers. But, as huge as every building was, nothing could compare to the centerpiece of the city. Surrounded by water by nearly seventy percent, the black skyscraper could probably be seen from anywhere in the city.
As he was pondering how such giants could exist, he was immediately snapped back into focus as his collar was pulled sideways just before a large caliber sniper rounds whizzed through where he was recently standing. "Boy, you need to be more careful! I can't lose a man this early!" Sgt. Bellar shouted, thankful that the sniper missed his mark. Pvt. Grant silently cursed himself for almost letting himself die. "Sorry sir! I got distracted." Pvt. Grant replied. "I'll ignore this incident. No more distractions." Sgt. Bellar stated as he motioned for his squad to move up.
About ten meters away, another UH-Y1 VENOM transport helicopter landed, and from inside a man called out for Sgt. Bellar. He and his squad moved over to the helicopter, luckily at an angle that was safe from any snipers, and from inside the same voice spoke. "Bellar! I have a mission for you. I want you and your men to move to the Metro, which is marked as objective Alpha. Though the frontlines are farther up, reports are in that an enemy squad has infiltrated the Metro and have placed a jammer, so I'm currently unable to contact the other squads. Understood?" The man speaking was an older man, Com. Parks, by the ID on his shirt.
"Don't worry. Consider the jammer already destroyed sir." Sgt. Bellar complied, as on Pvt. Grants goggles, the objective was stated and is now in affect. "Good. Get it done. I'll have a MRAP ready for you." Com. Parks said, returning to his seat. Looking over, Pvt. Grant saw the MRAP, which was an enormous transport truck, capable of carrying five passengers, along with a machine gun turret on top that was manned from the inside, keeping the gunner safe. "Grant you're driving." Sgt. Bellar ordered.
Getting into his driving seat, Pvt. Grant comfortably adjusted himself, while Sgt. Bellar and Pvt. Heckfar took a seat in the back, with Cpl. Enderes using the turret system. "We're good to go!" Sgt. Bellar yelled. Pvt. Grant began driving, with a friendly tank driving up ahead as well. Objective Alpha was surprisingly close to the current base, and Pvt. Grant halted the vehicle. As they all stepped out, Pvt. Grant watched the massive army pass by towards the gigantic looming tower. Making sure not to distract himself, he immediately refocused and followed the squad into a small structure that led down a set of stairs into the underground metro. At the bottom of the stairs, Pvt. Grant noted where the enemies could be. There was a large skylight over what he assumed was modern art, and the entirety of the room was a huge rectangle, with ATMs placed here and there.
Just as soon as they had walked in, the skylight suddenly shattered at the other end of the large room, with Chinese soldiers dropping in. The squad quickly ran forward and took cover behind the pillars holding the room together as the bullets began flying. This was it. First combat. Pvt. Grant flipped the safety off on his MK 11 MOD 0 marksmen rifle and popped out of cover and began firing shots at the enemy. Sgt. Bellar laid down at a safe angle, then deployed a bipod on the floor, and started laying down suppressive fire on the intruders as Cpl. Enderes and Pvt. Heckfar took turns peeking in and out of cover to shoot.
Pvt. Grant, at first, missed every shot he fired. Becoming angry, he focused on shooting at a slower pace rather than "spray and pray". Aiming the ACOG sight down the lane, he fired a shot, and saw an enemy rifleman's head splatter blood on the floor. He had done it. He had acquired his first kill. Overjoyed and returning to the safety of cover, he began thinking. He had taken the life of a man. One who was probably fighting for the same reasons as him.
"No, don't think like that. He would've done the same to me. I chose this life."
He shook off any doubt or negative thought, and returned to firing. Sgt. Bellar began yelling some kind of battle cry, obviously having fun shooting such a large weapon. Pvt. Heckfar showed his patience, only firing after a small moment, hitting every shot, as Cpl. Enderes continued his popping in and out of cover shooting at the enemies. Pvt. Grant had an idea. "Sarge! I have an idea!" He said as Sgt. Bellar rolled back behind the pillar to reload, looking at Pvt. Grant. "Get your XM25 and fire about a foot to the left of each pillar!" Pvt. Grant yelled, hoping Sgt. Bellar would listen.
Nodding, Sgt. Bellar pulled out his XM25 airburst and did exactly as Pvt. Grant had suggested, firing to the left of about one foot away from each pillar past the modern art, which was littered in bullets. Much to the surprise of the enemy, the explosives launched from the XM25 exploded right behind them, with no warning or even touching a surface, the explosives loudly rang out behind them. Unprepared, the Chinese squad was dispatched, thanks to Pvt. Grants idea.
Having cleared the room and eliminating every enemy, Sgt. Bellar looked at Pvt. Grant. "Boy, you wanna explain how you knew that would work?" He asked. "It's simple sir. If your didn't know, when you fire that XM25 of yours, the explosives will detonate three meters behind a cover." Pvt. Grant explained, having studied weapons very much during training. "Well damn boy. All I knew about this thing was that it blows stuff up and looks cool. Good work private. It's that kind of thinking that wins wars." Sgt. Bellar complimented. "We aren't done yet. We still have a jammer to deal with." Cpl. Enderes said, playfully hitting Pvt. Grant on the shoulder as he and Pvt. Heckfar walked over.
Moving up, the squad went through another doorway, into a somewhat smaller room that was littered with crates. Then, behind a larger crate, they found the jammer. It looked like a radio beacon, with protruding antennas and such. Just as Pvt. Heckfar went to place a packet of C4 explosives on the jammer, a shot rang out, and Pvt. Heckfar screamed in pain as a bullet wound was visible on his stomach. Sgt. Bellar and Cpl. Enderes quickly went to go help Pvt. Heckfar, but Pvt. Grant raised his rifle to find the perpetrator. Just then, he barely caught a glimpse of a figure running through a doorway that opened up to stairs leading to ground level.
Angry, Pvt. Grant began giving chase. Whoever this was seemed to be in a hurry, as a FY-JS sniper rifle was on the ground behind their trail without care. Pvt. Grant ran faster, right behind whoever this was. Wanting to beat this person to death, he fired a shot at the shadowy figures foot. Stumbling, the figure pulled out a handgun and fired a round into Pvt. Grants leg. Falling over, he held his leg yelping in pain as he looked up. Standing over him was what appeared to be a Chinese recon soldier, with the jaw of a skull painted over the piece of cloth covering his face. Laughing to himself, the figure raised his handgun once again, but a bullet hit his gun, and then he turned tail and ran as fast as he could.
"Coward!" Sgt. Bellar screamed, revealed to be the one who shot the handgun out of the recon soldiers hand. Cpl. Enderes walked over, helping Pvt. Heckfar walk. Laying Pvt. Heckfar against a wall, Cpl. Enderes ran over and immediately began tending to Pvt. Grants wound. As the corporal pulled out his medical box, Pvt. Grant looked away, as he didn't like watching bloody things. A few seconds later, Cpl. Enderes stood up, and Pvt. Grant looked at his leg. Wrapped in a bandage, it felt completely fine, as if nothing had happened. "I know you took medical school, but you never cease to amaze me with what you know." Pvt. Grant thankfully stated as Cpl. Enderes helped him up. "It's nothing a box of medical equipment can't fix." Cpl. Enderes said smirking, also showing that Pvt. Heckfar was perfectly healthy now as well.
While Cpl. Enderes was making sure nothing else is wrong, Sgt. Bellar went back to that same room, and a moment of loud gunfire could be heard, and the jammer was no more. The radios were now reactivated, and the sound of the commander was in their ears again. "Good work. We're up and running again. I want you to now move up and provide combat support to capture objective Bravo." Said the voice of Com. Parks, who was probably far away by now. "Affirmative!" Sgt. Bellar yelled, bringing his squad up the staircase and back onto ground level.
"Alright lets get back to the truck." Pvt. Grant said as they returned to the MRAP. Turning the ignition, Pvt. Grant spoke up. "Hey Heck', why are you always silent? There's no calm before the storm anymore, Just the beginning of huge storm." He questioned. "I'm just in deep focus. If I kept talking I would distract myself." Pvt. Heckfar responded. "Ah. Solid logic." Pvt. Grant said as he began driving again, following behind another friendly MRAP.
Up ahead was the entrance to a bridge that went over a portion of the water surrounding the large tower. Unluckily, the bollards on the bridge are raised, preventing any vehicular entry. The MRAP in front parked next to them, and the soldier in the passenger seat began climbing out. "Enderes keep that man covered." Sgt. Bellar ordered, with Cpl. Enderes swiveling the turret in the soldiers general direction. "I sense an ambush..." Pvt. Grant whispered to himself as the soldier raised the bollards. Suddenly, a loud shot rang out, and the soldier fell to the ground, hit by a sniper. Not even a second later, an even louder shot blasted thought the air, as what looked like a ball of fire hit the MRAP in front of them. "RPG!" Cpl. Enderes yelled as the squad bailed from the vehicle as another rocket hit their own MRAP. Pvt. Grant fell onto the ground, his hearing temporarily impaired from the explosion, found that he was safeguarded by the remains of his MRAP as bullets began sounding off through the air. Looking over, he saw the rest of the squad both taking cover and shooting. Pvt. Grant was thankful they had lived, but he was in a bad position. He saw his rifle laying in the middle of the street, out of his reach, unless he wanted to get shot. Barely even moving, bullets whizzed past his face, barely missing him. He was terrified for his life. The explosion distressed his ears, the bullets kept him still, and he couldn't do anything. He missed relaxing, his old life, his wife, his child. He wanted to go home.
